"Is this how you could forgive me, Will? With the knife that once has been mine." The blade on his carotid artery was cold and sharp.
Eyes that found each other, heavy breathing, steady hands. Will took a step back.
"If I do to you what you did to me, I will have to make you watch as I slit the throat of someone you love."
"Who would that be?"
Will: "Is Hannibal in love with me?"
Bedelia: "Yes."
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